Arlene Ang: “I’m particularly fond of my small town just outside Venice, Italy. It’s not really mine in the same way as the left side of the bed is mine or a leg of lamb can be mine, but it’s near enough. When asked, I tell everyone I’m a housewife because it beats having to explain why I write when I should be mopping coffee spills instead. The fact that I’m a driving student on a faux suicide mission keeps the inspiration alive.”